Acts of deliberate notice

By Yaviere

Snowfield

After the snows it was icy for a few days. My road turned into an ice rink and I didn't get any further than the opposite side before I decided it was too risky and I went back inside. When it finally melted enough for me to venture out, I went up to my favourite lunch spot. The grass was still buried under a snowy blanket but the sun was bright and warming.

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